For two years now, I’ve been trying to transition my son into his own bed.
My all-time favorite night for fashion has come and gone.
She’s stylish, fun and co-owner of the Denim Saloon in Dundee.
Simply put – that person with the last word spoken absolutely, will not, under any circumstances, shut up.
Inspired by the Oscars, I want to encourage other fashion-challenged moms to show off their signature looks.
It’s that moment parents dread. The moment where you steal your child’s innocence by pulling the curtain away to reveal the little old man instead of Oz The Great.
Author archive: Tunette Powell
I couldn’t write about my life or parenting if I didn’t start with the truth.
I thought my calling was to fall for a beast and love him until he became a prince.
I let go of bitterness and vowed to still love and work with her.
The problem with adopting a family during the holidays is that it robs parents of playing Santa for their children.
I can hear my Grandma now: “Sistah, you done picked up some weight.”
This week her voice will be live and in color as we head home — San Antonio, Texas — for Thanksgiving.
For us, home is long church services and barbecues for no reason.
It’s Carne Guisada with cheese tacos for breakfast.
It’s playing dominoes and spades with my brothers and cousins.
It’s homemade peach cobbler.
I have a problem. I know that. I’ve had this problem for more than 20 years.
A study found that children who talked and read earlier were four times as likely to get drunk.
How do I find the balance between exposing and spoiling my children?
We now have a new family tradition – Pizza Friday.
The greatest risk to our children surprisingly comes from friends and family.
I was not ready to tell my son that he was born with a suspicious look.
I’m a Daddyless daughter still trying to heal.
My son needs to work on following classroom rules… But he’s 2.
After I stormed upstairs, I grabbed my keys and I left. I rode around the city to blow off steam.
This is not a lesson on black mothers; it is a lesson on motherhood.
My mother wanted the best for me. She wanted to see me live out my dreams. I’m blessed she didn’t give up on me.
Gun violence and terroristic tragedies have rocked our country. But have we become overly sensitive?
The little boy sitting alone seems withdrawn and nothing like the Joah he is at home.
Regardless of religious affiliation, the greatest lesson we can teach our children is to love.
The ad includes four babies with teen pregnancy statistics and statements like “Honestly Mom… chances are he won’t stay with you.”